it all started with detention - a killer bass five story

chapter three - bridgette

♪ glue song - beabadoobe ♪

"So..." Geoff mumbles, tousling his blonde hair with his hand. He's cute, I have to admit. And funny, too. I like guys who make a fool of themselves- if that makes any sense at all.

"So." I glance around the library as he munches on the cold pasta he took from the cafeteria.
I reach into the pocket of my turquoise hoodie and take out the chocolate bar I stole. I begin munching on it while waiting for Geoff to speak.

"I-" he begins, but is soon cut off when Courtney and Duncan's yelling enters the room. I have only been here two hours and I'm already sick of it.

"Well, you shouldn't be looking at my ass you perv!" Courtney sneers, her fists clenched into balls as Duncan groans in frustration.
"I wasn't!" he pleads his case, but I'm kind of taking Courtney's side on this one. Wouldn't put it past him to do some pervy thing like that.

They fight like an old married couple, and Geoff, DJ and I are containing our laughter as they unknowingly put on a show for us.

I look at Geoff, and we make brief eye-contact. His eyes are bright blue, but not in a creepy staring-into-your-soul way, an oceany way.

Us locking eyes causes him to let out a too-loud snicker. Loud enough for Mom and Dad to turn their heads towards the three of us. Courtney glares at us, while Duncan rolls his eyes.
"What?!" Courtney stomps her foot, demanding an answer while I munch on my chocolate bar instead of speaking.
I shake my head. I need to tell her without embarrassing the shit out of her.

I stifle my giggles and stand up, grabbing Courtney's hand and leading her to somewhere more private.

"I didn't wanna say this in front of all the guys, but it is so obvious!" I half-whisper, half-giggle as Courtney's face turns a shade of pink.
"What's obvious?" she laughs nervously, leaning on the bookshelf behind her.
"You and Duncan!" I roll my eyes.
"Are you kidding?" she huffs, but it's not a question. It's more like a "shut-up-before-I-murder-you" statement, and I'm not gonna fuck around and find out.

"Okay," I nod, pulling out my best acting skills as I walk back to everyone else.

...

"Ughhh," I groan as my boredom grows larger. Even after eating like three million chocolate bars and potato chips, going on a mini-adventure and watching Courtney and Duncan like they're a soap-opera— I'm still so bored.
McClean walked past like- what?- two hours ago, and Courtney convinced us all to be quiet so we don't get in trouble.
"You okay?" DJ whispers as he glances up from his sketchbook. I nod, smiling.

"Bridge!" I turn my head back to see Geoff whisper-shouting as he gestures for me to come over to him. "Briiiiiiiddgeeee!!!" he repeats.
I roll my eyes as he tousles his blonde hair.
I lift my chair, glancing around as Courtney watches me attentively, making sure I don't screech the chair on the hardwood floor.

"What?" I ask quietly, resting my hand on my knuckles as he looks at me, dumbfounded.
"Can you help?" he points at his paper, which I now notice is some kind of drawing.

"What is that?" I cock an eyebrow, grinning at him. His paper is filled to the brim with blue-crayon scribbles and wonky lines. I couldn't guess what it was if my life depended on it.
"It's the ocean." he explains as if it was obvious. He scratches his cowboy hat and looks at me for approval.

"Here, let me." I take the piece of paper from his hand, along with the crayons and begin fixing it. He watches me with amusement, and after I finish— the sketch actually looks like the sea.

"Woah, how are you so talented?" Geoff's mouth gapes open, apparently awestruck by my median art skills.
"I took art in freshmen year." I shrug, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
"Okay, Picasso." he laughs, and I join in.

For a second, I swear we have a moment. Like time stops, you know— that corny shit?
We both stop for a second, eyes staring back at each other. I scan his light blue ones, they're pretty. Which is even cornier, I know— but it's true. My eyes slip for a second, darting to his daring mouth that curls up into a grin.

I know Geoff, not personally— but we have mutual friends. My surf friends are friends with his stoned, party ones and I'd seen him around before this. He's a charismatic guy— charming, even. If I said I never found him handsome, I'd be lying— but this is different. I see... more of him.

He scrambles around, flashing me a cheesy smile which makes things more awkward than they should be. I find myself slapping my forehead in frustration. An uncomfortable silence fills the gap between us, until Geoff suggests, "Wanna get drunk?"

Why not. "Sure."

authors note:
bruhbrubbruhbhhhjhhj this SUCKS ass. this chapter so bad WHY. dotn worry, DJ is nextttt!!!! ily allllll xxxxx 💞